Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 360: Wanna sleep with me? [1]
"Brandon?"
Calling his name, Eira looked around at the courtyard, searching for him.
When she finally spotted him, her steps slowed for a moment.
There, on the far end of the courtyard, Brandon and Florence sat together on a bench beneath the shade of an old willow with some space between them.
Seeing him, she smiled and quickly walked to him "You are here; I was searching for you everywhere."
With a smile, he asked "What happened, Eira?"
She gently sat on his lap and leaned in, resting her elbows against his shoulders "Let’s go and eat dinner."
Nodding his head, he turned to Florence "Come on, Florence. You haven’t eaten either, have you?"
With a composed smile, she gave a nod "Mhm, let’s go."
Eira hummed happily as Brandon helped her stand, intertwining her fingers with his, before glancing back at Florence "Come on, Mother."
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Leaning on the balcony railing, Brandon gazed at the sky, and a gentle wind stirred his hair, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers from the garden below.
Beside him, Charlotte stood quietly, holding a small plate with a slice of cake.
The dim lantern light painted a soft golden hue across her pale face.
Eating the cake, she glanced at him as the soft night wind brushed his hair "Kael, is something wrong?"
Her voice carried a warmth that made him glance over.
He met her eyes and smiled faintly before stepping closer.
Without saying anything, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him.
"Nothing big," he murmured. "Just thinking about some stuff."
She watched him for another moment, then shifted the plate in her hand.
Carefully, she took a small piece of cake with her fork and lifted it toward his lips.
"Eat,"
He leaned forward and took the bite and her lips curved into a soft smile as she watched him chew.
"If there’s something troubling you," she said quietly, her gaze softening, "just tell it to Big Sister. You don’t have to hold everything in."
With a small shake of his head, he replied, "It’s alright, Big Sister. I can handle it."
"Mhm..." she hummed softly in response.
Then he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against her cheek.
"Thanks for worrying about me," he said gently.
The warmth of his lips lingered on her skin, sending a faint shiver down her spine.
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she turned her face away to hide it, though a small, almost involuntary smile tugged at her lips.
Without another word, she leaned her head on his shoulder.
The wind brushed past them again, carrying the faint rustle of leaves below.
Charlotte broke a small piece of cake from the slice with her fork and held it out again. "Here,"
He smiled and leaned forward to take the bite, and then he took her wrist gently and turned the fork toward her. "Your turn."
Her eyes widened just a little before she laughed under her breath and ate from the same fork.
After that, they finished the cake together, sharing small, easy exchanges.
Every so often, the night breeze would tousle Brandon’s hair, and Charlotte’s hand would come up instinctively to fix it.
When the plate was finally empty, Brandon stretched lightly, glancing over the railing. "I should probably get going. It’s getting late."
He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he felt a gentle pull on his wrist.
"Kael..." Charlotte murmured.
He turned back to see her looking at him, and her eyes held that tenderness instead of the stoic composure she usually wore.
She stepped a little closer, hesitating only for a second before pressing her lips gently against his cheek.
"Good night," she whispered.
Brandon blinked, taken slightly off guard, and then smiled brightly "That’s one sweet way to say good night, Big Sister."
Charlotte lowered her gaze a bit, and before she could say anything, his arms slipped around her shoulders, pulling her into a warm hug.
Brandon’s gaze softened looking at the way she blushes.
Since he has always seen her being so stoic, this definitely catches him off guard sometimes ’She is cute as hell...’
Chuckling, he replied "Good night, Big Sister."
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Sitting on the bed, Eira was scrolling her mobile screen, muttering to himself "Academy Tournament next week, and Brandon’s birthday is also coming close."
Her fingers paused as she swiped to another page. "And those second years too," she sighed in irritation.
"Seems like they’re causing even more trouble again."
After a brief silence, she added softly "I should attend more classes too. Continue my pistol training."
Just then, she heard a knock on the door "Eira?"
Her eyes brightened immediately, "Come in, Brandon."
The door opened, and he stepped inside with a small smile on his lips.
He walked over and sat beside her on the edge of the bed.
"Preparing to sleep?" he asked, glancing at the phone still in her hands.
Eira nodded and set it aside. "Yeah," she said softly, leaning forward to press a brief kiss against his lips.
Then, with a playful gleam in her eyes, she pulled down the neck of her t-shirt to show her cleavage and murmured "Wanna sleep with me?"
Brandon’s lips curved into a small smile "Sure."
Then, after a short pause, his tone shifted slightly. "But before that... I need to tell you something."
Eira blinked, and her playfulness dimmed a bit.
She tilted her head curiously "What is it, Brandon?"
He looked at her for a long moment, as if searching for the right words.
His fingers brushed against her fingers before curling around her hand, holding it firmly.
"It’s about Florence."
Eira frowned slightly and asked "What about her?"
Brandon’s eyes softened as he looked down at their joined hands.
He traced his thumb along her knuckles slowly, as if thinking, and then he drew in a soft breath.
"Eira... It’s about my relationship with Florence."
Eira’s frown deepened slightly.
Brandon looked into her eyes and the innocence and affection in her gaze made him hesitate again "Florence and I are... really close."
"She’s so breathtaking... that I can’t stop myself from falling in love with her."
